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Real silence and a rather dead kind of silence… (Multi-Photo)

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Do not merely make a meditative silence into something that is isolated and separate from noise in life.  Be very careful in what you accept and do.  In all probability, a separate silence that is cultivated, that is practiced at a special time or place, is a rather second-hand, merely learned, rather dead, kind of silence.  Actual, profound silence is an effortless phenomenon that occurs without premeditation, beyond calculation, and beyond techniques involving time.  As such it is a timeless phenomenon that may occur often, spontaneously throughout the day (without some separate controller “making it happen”), such as while one is walking, looking at nature, petting a dog or cat, or exercising.  If it occurs at all, it occurs naturally, without any false effort expended by a supposed “center” or “controller” that is essentially a learned image (involving separation).  It (i.e., such deep silence) is not something that is isolated from the rest of life.  It is of life, in life; it permeates life, it flows with life.  Real life is not something that is  practiced; it is something that is lived.  To manipulate the mind into some isolated silence may be like trying to catch the wind in a sealed bottle.  Attempting to confine the wind in a separate, little, “special” space — called a bottle — may be rather ludicrous.

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On its way. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

On its way. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

On its way. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

On its way. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Flowers, silence, and magically beyond me… (Multi-Photo)

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I never left where I’ve always been

and I’ve always been where I never left

I never found what I always lost

and I always lost what I never found

I never thought where I’ve never been

and I’ve never been where thought never was

Where thought never was is where the real magic has always been

and the real magic has always been where thought never was

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Flowers and me. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Flowers and me. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Flowers and me. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Flowers and me. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Go beyond vengeance… (Multi-Photo)

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(Just a few days ago was the 150th anniversary of the night Abraham Lincoln was fatally shot by John Wilkes Booth.)

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the energy… it’s swirling,twirling

moving through the hand

of a man named Lincoln

some leader of a land

 

the play went on the gun was cocked

the killer took his aim

some say the twirling,whirling cells

could only move in vein

 

precise premonition lying listless

across a sordid balcony floor

as disbelief and shock called out

and raced through the narrow(minded) door

 

icy hatred’s revenge seldom is ever beautiful

as twirling life flows beyond perceptual range

warm grace lies beyond cold malice and vengeance

apprehension leaves,arrives, as the winds of change

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Stealth. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Stealth. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Stealth. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Stealth. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015